Give Me Your Hand's

I Want to Meet You

Time continued to turn rapidly, the day that was still light turned dark. Just like a life, which always keeps moving as time goes by.

At his home, Kenan, who had been watching the video given by Mehmet, began to get ready for the boxing gym. He turned off his phone and put it in a black parachute bag. A pair of red boxing gloves, a satin kimono, a bokser trouser, and a towel were inside Kenan's bag.

Wearing a plain bodyfit shirt and a black hat covering his head, Kenan got into the car. The car drove west, towards Mehmet's boxing gym.

From the outside, the place was more like a warehouse than a match venue. Kenan parked his four-wheeled vehicle in the right field of the place.

Aaron's son was carrying his sports bag. A pair of black sneakers accompanied him. As before, two of Mehmet's men were on guard checking Kenan's body and the bag he was carrying. No sharp weapons, cameras, food or drinks are allowed from outside. Kenan handed his cell phone to one of the guards.

"You're Kenan Fallay?" asked a burly man blocking his way. Kenan answered the man's question.

"Follow me!" exclaim that man. The two men walked into a room that was on the right wing of the boxing ring.

The burly man turned on the lights of the room, making Kenan able to observe one by one the objects inside. A mini boxing ring, a black mat, a standing model boxing samsak, a hanging ball-shaped samsak and a rope.

"This is the warm-up room, your match is still forty-five minutes away. Warm up with me" said the man who did not introduce himself to Kenan.

The man wrapped a black cloth around Kenan's fingers and palm. Tying it around the wrist. Kenan immediately did push ups and skipping for a few minutes. Short punch he lay in a hanging ball. The burly man becomes Kenan's partner in a mini boxing ring.

"Time's up! Get ready! Focus on yourself, if you want to win!" exclaimed the burly man gave his message to Kenan. Not about skill but all about luck and tactics used.

*****

Ivy who had arrived at the Kenan flats immediately climbed the stairs and ran towards door number 303. Many times the dark brown haired woman knocked on the door, but there was no answer from within. He tries to contact Kenan's phone, but there is only an autoresponding sound from the mobile operator.

It seems like there is no one inside. Kenan where are you? I can't go home before I give you Deniz's picture.

Ivy recalled Kenan's friend Mehmet and Cafe Istanbul. Victor's daughter immediately descended the three-story staircase, and ran to the end of the road to wait for the arrival of public transport that would pass tonight.

The young woman immediately boarded the night bus that passed in front of her. In a little haste he sat in the empty seat of the back row. He hopes to meet his hero tonight.

"Galata Tower!" the bus driver shouted in front of his small microphone attached to the wheel. The man in the pet hat repeated his words to wake up all the passengers who were unwinded in his seat.

Ivy and some passengers immediately pressed the stop button that was above their heads. One by one they descended two steps after the bus stopped in front of the tower.

The towering building seems to make you look small if you stand in front of it, it will look very beautiful if you look at it from across the top. It was as if the end of the building was the moon's true friend.

Ivy's footsteps led the woman to a row of cafes lined up neatly across the Galata Tower. He searched for Cafe Istanbul among the modern buildings.

His hand pushed the glass door of the cafe with the word "Acik" (Indonesian means Open). The green-eyed bead spread its gaze to every corner of the cafe, then it stared at a dark-skinned man. The person he was looking for was standing behind a row of wine glasses hanging neatly with their holes facing down.

"Hello" Ivy said to Mehmet after he stood before the man.

Mehmet lifted his face then smiled greeting the beautiful woman who was in front of him. The man came out of his bartender's desk and approached Victor's daughter.

"We met at Kenan's place. Do you remember?" ask Ivy who's trying to get along with the guy.

Mehmet scratched his plontos head. He did it intentionally. "Yes, I remember with your beautiful green eyes. Wait a minute, I'll set up a table for you."

"Not-not! I'm not here to eat or hang out. I'm looking for Kenan. My sister wanted to give something for him. I couldn't call his phone and came to his house, but the man wasn't there, so I came" Ivy explained with a gesture of his hand.

Mehmet rubbed his face violently. He lifted the ends of his shoes in turn.

Do I have to tell this woman where Kenan is?

"Denna's not here. Come with me, you can meet him after he's done his job" Mehmet said, reaching for his car keys and walking ahead of Ivy.

They came out of the Istanbul cafe and walked down a row of food and beverage stalls with musical entertainment. Their footsteps stopped in front of Mehmet's Jeep.

"Come in! I'll take you to see Kenan." Mehmet unlocked his car, and immediately drove off his vehicle.

"Oh yeah, what's your name?" asked Mehmet while occasionally smiling at Ivy.

"Ivy Eleanor's. You you?"

"Mehmet Guner's. People prefer to call me by the name of Mehmet," explained the man with a slight laugh.

Mehmet likes to be friendly with new people, he is able to bring warmth to his interlocutors with his distinctive laugh and with each word. Contrary to Kenan's attitude. That was the conclusion Ivy had in mind at the moment.

The Jeep stopped in front of a building with its high walls. They both got off the army's green car. Ivy's mind brushed over what was inside the building, as two large men in sleeveless clothes and tattooed on them stood before Ivy.

What is this place? What is Kenan doing here?

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